All the Way My Savior Leads Me

All the Way My Savior Leads Me
Fanny Crosby

All the way my Savior leads me–
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heav'nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me–
Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for ev'ry trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me–
Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father's house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.

Written in 1875 by famed hymn writer, Fanny Crosby, this was her first hymn to be set to music. The hymn reflects Fanny's life experiences. She was born of a mother and father who were related, a source of embarrassment all her life, and, at six weeks old, contracted an inflammation of the eyes that resulted in blindness. All this to say that Fanny Crosby may have been the least likely ... or, perhaps, the most likely to speak this way of her Savior.

You see, I hope, with this information about Crosby, just how touching that first verse is -- the blind woman whose Savior is her guide. Someone might ask, "Fanny, how can you not doubt His tender mercy ... since you're blind," but she speaks from experience. Her Savior, through life, has been her guide. So she says with a confidence few of us possess, "I know, whate’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well." It's the theme of her song. Gives grace for every trial. Feeds with living bread. The fullness of His love.

One more thing to consider. Fanny Crosby was blind, but she knew the day would come when she would see Him face to face. Her spirit would be clothed in immortality. Her song through endless ages would be the praise that Jesus led her all the way. The outcome is known. Experience has proved it ... day by day, she has experienced it. And she knows there will be a day when blindness is no more and Christ would be all in all. I wonder. Would we be so joyful in her shoes?